This is a song about "No type remix"

You seem the type to get easily offended,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

I told him confused that she didnt seem like the evil type

On that hard white, i’ll tell you what them scars like

U feel sum type of way,

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

To these doubters he's a type of cancer with no cure

I'm forever dope, you can check your schedule

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Wino might find yo' sight

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Been the type to hold grudges forever

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

My type has no replacement lurin bitches to my basement.

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

That's a little math joke, for you slow type